“In this life, I’ve saved countless people from life-and-death situations. I’ve helped so many get through their toughest times. But when it comes to my own woman, all I can do is just let her live. Is that all I can do—just let her live?” Drew mumbled.
Ralph pursed his lips, shaking his head in frustration.
The Thompson family seemed cursed. Not a single one of them, including Bella, has had an easy time finding happiness in their relationships. They all had to deal with their fair share of heartbreak.
Finally, Drew made his way to Yvonne’s room. It was the only place in Pivotage that felt like home. The room still carried a subtle, comforting scent that wrapped around him, tugging at his heart.
It felt as though nothing had changed. The books on the shelf, the clothes in the closet, the adorable plush toys by the bed—they were all there. It seemed like Yvonne could walk through the door at any time.
Suddenly, Drew’s tear-filled eyes fell on the neatly made bed. His heart felt as if a cruel blade had been driven into it, twisting with unbearable pain.
Slowly, he walked forward, step by step. Staggering and weary, like a wounded soldier limping across the battlefield, Drew used the last of his strength to drag himself forward.
At the foot of the bed lay the black trench coat he had given Yvonne, neatly folded and placed.
Drew squeezed his eyes shut, trembling as he kneeled down and picked up the coat.
“Yvonne... You wouldn’t even take something as simple as this coat with you? How... How could you be so cold-hearted?”
He held the black trench coat close to his chest, his tall, strong body curling around it as if embracing the woman he loved so deeply.
He stayed like that for a long while.
Ralph, unable to bear the sight any longer, quietly left the room. He could not see Drew’s face, but he knew that Drew must be crying.
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